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Without dreams, there's mo reality, I have no dreams, no reality, Every lock has its key, I have no locks, no keys, I have a life, I don't live, I will see death, Which cherish, Every moment I belong, To no one else but me, Seeking stone filled paths all alone, I lost the word WE, I have a big place, So I may sleep, Not a single shoulder, So I can weep, I have people, I have no friends, I have a mailbox, Nobody sends,

Stone

The days have passed, nights are gone, I'm still in love with a stone, The seasons changed, the clay too came, I still hold it with no moan, The clay comes to me in so many shapes, Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take, But clay can hurt me, clay may fake, Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break, The season may change, The clay may go, Slowing my heart beat, All time low, Stone is hard, Stone is black, Stone is emotionless, Doesn't stab at back, The clay, the stone, both make me die, But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...and I'll never ask why...It's better to live with a stone,

Two Shadows

Walking on the street, and my two shadows walk beside me, I walk while they crawl, A distance apart, but they reside in me..My two shadows walk beside me...

I am quiet and my shadows quieter, One is black and the other lighter, Difference b/w them can't be seen by eyes, But if I only knew how to act wise, 'Coz I'm still confused which one to choose, Is it better to burn or to diffuse,

I think and think and think, and my shadows take a decision, It's the end of the road, and they merge into one,